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I'm the one come and test yo luck
You the same, I ain't average
I ain't regular
They just 'tryna surf up on my wave
It's gon' wet em' up
Ain't a rat

me
Rat-a-tat-tat
Followed up by a shell piece
Boy know that's cap
Should wear it like a headpiece
We gone do this can't be scared to get messy
Suited

the rat, tat, tat, and the boom, bop, bap (boom, bop, bap)
Man it's a bop, man's never hot
I take my shot and it drops like a rock
Rock, rock to the beat,

talking like a high hat rat ta tat tat
Got many enemy's tryna end me but that ain't gon happen
Say I'm a trinity but that ain't true I'm the only captain
I

from they shoot for fun (Boom)
Day or night it don't matter, so once you hear that thump (Bow)
Or that rat-tat-tat, those ain't Nick Cannon drums,
Live

Hanoozam pame man conversam
Ashghali bia garbage bag
Saale dige man ba funk flex
I'm a boss bitch
Rick ross shit
Click clack then gunplay
(Rat tat tat)

Sam

'Bout My Paper

B.G.

Southern Gangsta Mix, Vol. 1

2000

you hear it once it ain't no secret you go and buy 
You can lie bout this stunt bout that 
You can't dodge these fifty shots I'm bout ta rat-tat-tat

Count up money bags bitch
She a funny bad bitch
Gon' get the whole gang rich
Then Ima die by 26
And I don't jack that triple six
But I do carry twin

gang, gang)

Adolph Thornton wanna see me dead and gone (gang)
This a rat-tat-tattle song (gang gang)
Dropped that Bulletproof and made a statement

TOO BRAZY

Y.G.

Stay Dangerous

2018

Two .40 Glocks with big dicks, they go rat-ta-tat
Shit too brazy, gotta adapt to my habitat
I bought it at a store, told, "We ain't paying nun'

Come Follow the Band

Jim Dale

Broadway Magic: The 70's

1987

Come follow the band wherever it's at
Let both of your feet beat time to the drum
And let your heart go rat-a-tat-tat

A flag in your hand, a plume

niggas 6 a piece, hell of a
Life, done for the night
Throw up they Nikes
? precise, for the cheese they call us mice
No rats everywhere is a trap
Talking

when your homie barely blink
He just done powder only at seventeen
You know the common statistic
Inspired by hoop dreams
Now hire about street schemes

A Miracle

Birdman

Savage Life 2 [Clean]

2008

niggas gon rat 
Check my tats, ya neva heard of dis ya suppose to man 
It had to fair, now I meet da family and dem, it packed at Madison Square 
I had

you closer
I just wanna see you make it rat tat tat

2 a.m. She made my iPhone bling
Big back but her waist so thin
Bring your friend, I bring

we play play

I like it when you stroke it like that
When you hit it from the back like rat a tat tat
I like it when you tap this ass
You got me by

to me

Rap God fuck no 
I'ma hit you with that drum tho
We ain't goin' blow for blow
Just  bangin' on the bongo

Rat-ta tat tat
Lookin kinda flat
But I'ma

Pushing me to my limit 
It's like the rup-a-bum-bum of my busted drum 
The rat-a-tat-tat of my cracked hats 
Trust me, I'm Not droppin sick beats with any

the mozzarella I'm a lab rat
Nigga I be on that first class pack
Now she throwin ass back
Ass so big that her muhfuckin pants getting swallowed by her ass crack

to waste
This that new glock on your waist
This that click clack
Rat tat tat better give me that right back in this place
This that what the fuck you gon do

Kick her door it go rat tat ta tat

Flat, yeah 
Split the pot till February, yeah 
Man a God you could never ___ me 
Yeah, at the ___ mean anything

spot
Yeah the GB exact
And We exact
Keep talking that shit
Ratta Rat tat tat yuh

Think Imma lose my peace
When you lose your shit?
Bitch you aint

track bringing plaques to rattle on my wall
With the right shorty saddled my past is just preamble
And I dont gamble
Tattle tattle rata tat tat rat

Word, back then I was going by Twenty Banz
At a time where I didn't have any bands
I was cappin' my raps full of many shams
Flexing my birthday money